Haiku To You

I love both the discipline and the surprise of haiku.  Those little poems that satisfy, usually with a single image. They are the deer that flashes past you near the side of the country road as you drive past, the ground squirrel that manages to climb the six-foot pole to perch triumphantly on the bird feeder.  Something catches your eye, makes you smile and pause for a moment before you move on.

This little nest caught my eye this morning.  I was out puttering and I noticed it lying in the yard.  It fit easily in the palm of my hand.  I'd like to think that it served it's time as a home for a tiny family and then the rain last night blew it down.

An empty nest, lacy
and alone, like a glove left
on an oak church pew.